I pray to Thee each time,
But my prayer is not Thy need,
It's a deed that I will be paid for,
So why am I the disturbed one during prayer?
I stand with attention,
To seek Thou permission,
I stand for salvation,
To be among the ones You love.
Ya Rabb, there is none like You,
You are the most forgiving,most merciful,
And each prayer I pray, in a hush or delay,
You answer them with kindness,
And return it with Your love for me.
Sometimes I miss my prayer,
But shaitaan has already taken over me,
I feel nothing about it,
But how can I deny Thou favours bestowed endlessly?
Thy beauty depicted in nature and me.
So I fight against shaitaan,
The fight for peace and harmony,
And bring again my mind,
Into the surah as Irewind,
And complete my prayer,
As I give praise to Thee...
Lord of the universe...The Just, The One, The True God..
To whom everything belong,worthy for all praises...
And with the salam I say only and only one thing,
YA ALLAH , FORGIVE ME...
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YA ALLAH, FORGIVE ME.
PoetryThis is a poem based on my experience while offering Salah.Most of the times it happens in the same manner. I hope you all will like it.